CH 45

Many takeaway restaurants will put a little note in the takeaway, with some very artistic short sentences written on it.

Xie Yao stared at the convenience note floating on the table for a while in silence, his heart beating faster and faster.

“Maybe the restaurant wrote it wrong.”

Xie Yao pretended to explain nonchalantly, then put the little note aside, lifted the lid of the takeaway box, and began his eating broadcast.

This was not his first time broadcasting himself eating. Previously, when Xie Yao was short of money, he had even broadcasted for ten hours straight in order to earn a few hundred yuan for full attendance, quickly solving his lunch and dinner during the broadcast.

His fans were already used to it.

But this time, Xie Yao felt a bit awkward.

The takeaway from Jiang Song’s restaurant should be quite delicious. The box of cheese baked rice was covered with a thick layer of cheese, with bacon and beef steak pieces scattered inside. The fragrance was so tempting that just smelling it made people’s mouths water.

Xie Yao didn’t eat well at lunchtime and was already starving now. He couldn’t help but feel his throat roll twice when he smelled the food.

But it was this meal…why did they make the fried egg into a heart shape?

Xie Yao was at a loss with his chopsticks, and the barrage in the chat was flying.

But after only hesitating for a while, he succumbed to his growling stomach, picked up the chopsticks, and picked up the fried egg, then took a bite.

The runny egg broke as soon as he bit into it, and the half-cooked egg yolk immediately rushed out, causing Xie Yao to be flustered and fumbling for a while. Finally, he swallowed the entire egg in one gulp.

Xie Yao ate his meal bite by bite, sighing inwardly.

What was all this about?

In fact, Jiang Song, who was watching his live stream on the other side, was also confused. He wasn’t thinking about these things when he ordered takeout, he just wanted to feed his child a meal.

He didn’t expect the restaurant to make such a mistake, probably because they were still running a promotion for Qixi Festival a few days ago and it hadn’t ended yet.

But when he saw the little streamer bury his head and only show the top of his head with a slight smile on his lips as he ate, Jiang Song couldn’t help but smile too.

He opened the food delivery app and gave the restaurant a five-star rating with the comment “the fried egg is good”. After the app thanked him for his feedback, Jiang Song immediately closed it and sent a voice message to the little streamer to remind him of something.

The message was sent successfully and Jiang Song stared at his phone screen with raised eyebrows.

He was showing such obvious signs, shouldn’t the little streamer have noticed something by now?

“Such a devoted fan…” Jiang Song chuckled as he looked at the little streamer’s profile picture.

He leaned back in his chair, radiating a happy aura.

“Well then, I wish all your wishes come true,” Jiang Song said with a smile.

Perhaps sensing that Jiang Song was also watching him on the live stream, Xie Yao didn’t continue playing games while eating as he usually did. Instead, he put down his phone and ate very attentively, one bite at a time.

The fans in the live stream chat were all saying that watching him eat made them hungry.

At that moment, he disconnected the signal between the live stream and his phone, leaving only the enlarged camera lens on the screen. As soon as his phone lit up, all the fans noticed.

Xie Yao looked up and saw it was a message from Jiang Song. He immediately put down his chopsticks and opened the unread message, which turned out to be another voice message.

He pursed his lips and was especially careful this time. He checked the volume and mode before putting the phone to his ear once he confirmed that it wouldn’t be played out loud.

So the fans attention was diverted again when they noticed Xie Yao’s earlobes turning red, without knowing when it started.

: Darn it! I really want to pinch those ears!

: He curses so fiercely, but he blushes just listening to a voice message like a grade-school chicken!

: Damn it, what’s in that voice message? Why won’t they let us listen? Can’t we pay for it?

: Those lovebirds must be whispering some private stuff behind our backs again!!

: But who’s on the other end? That voice sounds like both Boss Jiang and Praise.

Xie Yao hadn’t heard what Jiang Song was saying, but in a flash, he saw a question flash across the barrage and immediately became stunned.

An amorphous conjecture flashed through Xie Yao’s mind, but he didn’t catch it in time.

He spaced out for a moment, then replayed the unclear voice message.

Jiang Song: Is the food really that good? Good enough for you to bury your head in the bowl?

Another message came in from Jiang Song, and just as Xie Yao finished the previous one, the next one played automatically.

“Listen to me, lift your head up. I want to see your face, not your focused eating posture.”

The impact of this direct hit was no less than that of the sticky note from earlier, and Xie Yao was almost scared to drop his phone.

He immediately moved his phone away, locked the screen and placed it aside. He took a deep breath and suppressed his racing heart, not even bothering to reply to the message. He buried his head in his food, hoping to shift his attention.

However, as soon as he lowered his head, he jerked back up subconsciously, revealing half of his face on the screen.

He was correcting his bad eating habits, not for any other reason.

That’s what Xie Yao told himself in his mind, then quickly finished the rest of his food, cleaned up his desk, and returned to his seat.

The barrage was speculating about the voice message Xie Yao had just heard.

: I’m too curious. I wonder whether it was Boss Jiang or Praise who said it. Why did Yao Yao react so strongly?

: Darn it, I’m going to become a VIP member and demand that you make the voice message public for your esteemed VIP users to listen to!

Xie Yao sat in front of his computer and glanced at the barrage. Then he stared at the words “Boss Jiang” and “praise,” lost in thought.

Finally, he figured out what that fleeting suspicion was just now.

Brother Jiang’s voice and Praise’s voice were too similar. Not just their voices, but after stripping away the comical “bubble sound,” Xie Yao suddenly noticed some of Brother Jiang’s habitual speech patterns.

They were identical to Praise’s.

Xie Yao considered himself so familiar with Praise that he knew little habits in Praise’s behavior, as well as sentence structures and tones.

Putting the tones aside, after all, there was a considerable difference in tone between Praise and Jiang-ge. This was the reason why Xie Yao had never thought about it before.

As an observer, through the accidental words of a fan, Xie Yao suddenly became clear.

“Damn, I think I’ve discovered a big secret!”

He instinctively picked up his phone to poke Zhou Tian, but before he could open the keyboard, he gave up.

It was just a guess, what if it was false?

Xie Yao glanced at Jiang Song’s chat box, tried to suppress the fluctuating emotions in his heart, and opened the game.

It was better to calmly play a game of King of Glory.

The following games were not won easily because Xie Yao’s mind was full of Jiang Song and Praise. He almost thought of a similarity between the two of them after clearing a soldier, which greatly affected his live broadcast performance.

Once you confirm something in your heart, all kinds of doubts and evidence will come in succession, making you enlightened.

Xie Yao was feeling that way now.

His mind was in a mess, and he played the game in a disorderly manner. The barrage almost thought that his takeaway had been poisoned and made him go crazy.

Recently, the live broadcast was related to the score ranking. He couldn’t afford to lose. Xie Yao played several games, but his condition was really bad. He just gave up and said that he suddenly felt uncomfortable and ended the live broadcast at 9:30.

After turning off the computer and the game, Xie Yao sat on the chair for half an hour, and finally, Jiang Song’s message brought him back from his contemplation.

He opened his phone.

Jiang Song: Took the signature, let me show you.

Jiang Song: “Picture”

Xie Yao became excited every time he saw him now, his emotions were stirred and he couldn’t calm down for a long time. He covered his chest and clicked on the picture that Jiang Song had sent him.

There were three TO signatures on it, and the background was very familiar. Xie Yao almost only took a second to extract a similar scene from his memory.

It was Praise’s desk in the SUS base dormitory, with a scratch like a meteor on it. Xie Yao had noticed it in Praise’s live broadcast a long time ago.

Is this solid evidence? Xie Yao widened his eyes.

He stared at the TO signatures in the photo and took a deep breath.

Who would promise to get the TO signatures in the afternoon and actually have them in their hands at night?

Moreover, every time Jiang Ge saw something new, he couldn’t wait to share it with him. These three TO signatures must have been taken right after he got them.

Xie Yao looked at the time, it was ten o’clock at night.

The TO signatures were written now?

He didn’t know if Xie Yao’s preconceptions had caused his imagination, but after zooming in on the picture, he also saw that the handwriting at the top was illuminated by the light, faintly emitting some water reflections, like the ink that was not yet dry.

The three TO signatures thanked “Wishing Yao Yao a Happy Day”, “Wishing Yao Yao to get rich overnight” and “Wishing the little fan’s wishes to come true”.

“Snap!”

Xie Yao slammed his phone face down on the table, raised his hand to cover his face, and the gaps between his fingers revealed his red face.

Damn it!

So, all the rainbow farts he blew at Jiang Song, all the fanfics he sent to him, all the glorious history of praises he recounted to Jiang Song, and his stanning history… he was just telling all that to the person in question?

Not just that, he even complained about why no one wrote fanfics about him and Praise, and even Jiang Song himself found some fanfics about Praise x him for him!

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Why hasn’t a path to Mars opened yet? He wants to buy a ticket and leave this embarrassing situation.

Xie Yao felt like he was going to die from embarrassment due to his own stupid behavior.

Meanwhile, on the other end, Jiang Song, or rather, Praise himself, seemed to have no intention of letting him off the hook and sent another message.

This time, he almost didn’t hide his malicious behavior of writing to-signs on the spot and sent a photo of a new signature.

It read, “Let’s set a small goal: to become the boyfriend of a fan who loves me more than her husband.”

Jiang Song: “How are you feeling?”

Xie Yao was about to explode.

His embarrassed and excited emotions, accompanied by his accelerating heartbeat, made him feel like his face was getting hotter and hotter, as if he had a fever.

He didn’t reply for a long time, and Jiang Song realized that he might have pushed him too hard, so he sent a message slowly: “You must be tired after streaming all day today, right? Get some rest and I’ll send you the signature tomorrow.”

Xie Yao exhaled heavily and picked up his phone. He typed as if venting his anger and changed Jiang Song’s nickname to “Big liar,” then threw his phone aside and collapsed into his chair.

F*ck.